Your hands are the pestilence Everything shall crumble at their touch Lips drip of malevolence Tirades of hate erupt Fingers slithering unseen Reaching for the crown of tyranny Your breed is old Archaic, in control Shepherds to the weak Lords of the lie Holier than I The dogma blurs the vision Corruption lives within your flesh Incriminate High on the hate Secular circumcision The willing kneel until their death The last forgotten fear Relive the lie Your hands are at my throat Choking out the life behind my eyes Carnal tombs incorporate Those devoid of life Risen silhouette of majesty Induce hallucinating idiocy The immaculate die In the day of the hive The nightfall of my soul Lords of the lie Holier than I The dogma blurs the vision Corruption lives within your flesh Incriminate High on the hate Secular circumcision The willing kneel until their death The last bitter twist A joke played by god on me The plug is pulled And now I start to fade The last bitter twist Resurgence of a vicious breed At last I slip into The cold embrace of my god Lords of the lie Holier than I The dogma blurs the vision Corruption lives within your flesh Incriminate High on the hate Secular circumcision The willing kneel until their death